She didn’t have shoes on, her purse, money, her phone. She had nothing. She had her baby. These neighbors were their friends who they tailgate with every year. Her neighbor opened the door and Sima said, I’m scared of my husband.
The neighbor welcomed her in and she told her everything that had happened and she proceeded to take their whole family into the basement. They didn’t know what was going on or what Sima’s abuser was capable of. Without her phone, her neighbor was able to contact her abuser’s mother, who basically said that that was between her and her husband.
As the car is speeding down the highway, he cranks the music as loud as he could and Sima tries to climb into the backseat to protect her son’s ears since the abuser was not listening to her to turn the music down.
He finally turned the music down and said “You better believe when we get home, you’re gone. You are leaving.”
Sima met her abuser on Match.com. He was charming and kind they took their time and hit it off. They went on dates and in January started dating. Eventually an unusual habit started to form. Every three weeks he would break up with her. No warning or true rhyme or reason. This was a repeated cycle. After expressing that the next time this happened, it was truly over and done, he did it again while she was out of town with her family. When she came back, she moved her things out of his place and took a pregnancy test.